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Following a wrestling match…
Is my story.
FACE TO FACE
“It was a dark and stormy night.”
“Seriously?” Tad peered over his book.
“It worked for Snoopy.” Jaycee slammed her finger against the backspace key and glared at the professor’s photo prompt. “I’m blank.”
“It’s only a hundred words. Write what you know.”
“I know nothing.”
“Ha! You’ve got plenty floating around in that pea brain of yours.”
“Like alphabet soup.”
Who knew a simple creative writing class would be filled with so many trapdoors? The sculpted face in the picture mocked her with its sideways grin.
Fingers trembling she typed, “The Me Nobody Wants to Know.”